While the young man read, Nick thought, and at last he said:
“I think we’ll call at the undertaker’s.”
The name of the undertaker who had taken charge of Judson’s body was printed in the paper, and Nick inquired the way to his place from the first policeman they met.
There was a crowd of curious idlers at the door, and a man stood there, who at first was not going to let the detectives in.
“We want to see the body of the clergyman who——” Nick began.
“I know you do!” interrupted the man crossly, “and so does everybody else, but you can’t see?”
“Can’t see, when I have eyes?” retorted Nick, with a queer smile, and he pushed by the man into the building.
The man was astonished, for he had not expected this stranger to defy him, but there was something so commanding in Nick’s quiet way of doing things that he had let both detectives pass before he knew it.
Then he followed them into the office, blustering.
“What do you mean?” he demanded.